Last night, I went for a jog around my neighborhood.
It was my first run in 10 days. My thighs and legs were already sore from a brief but intense workout at home. My wife, she’s been diligently exercising indoor.
At 9.45pm, the park was quieter than usual. Cyclist zoomed past and runners breezed by. The pavement was damp after a persistent shower. The air though, was humid.
The run was cut short as my legs couldn’t carry me farther. I was worried I’d hobble back if I didn’t make a U-turn three-quarter through my typical route.
I felt good and relieved having ran. The scent of fresh air, the movement of my body, the sight of people, they rejuvenate my well-being.